Share an original poem with us

Hi folks,

To all my budding poets out there, please consider sharing with us one of your original poems. I know that we will all look forward to what evolves on this thread.

She is the air that i breathe,
Without her there is no me,
She is all i want to see in my eyes,
But if i go to her i seal my dimise,
Her love is like a bullet in the brain,
That look on her face is driving me insane...

Wrote it a while back, not some of my best work but, hey, it's a poem.

I am writing a poem
that I am making on the spot.
I hope you will like it,
but you will probably not.

If I had a nice poem,
I would post it here,
but unfortunately I don't.
Oh dear, oh dear.



Don't worry. I will try to make a really nice poem and I'll post here again!!

The colors of my words

When i am angry my words come out red
Cause of all the steam in my head,
When i am sad they come out blue,
From my heart that is broken in two,
When i am happy they come out Green,
Cause of the smile that sparkles with sheen,
My emotions determine the color of my words that i say
I would not change it any other way.

Just created this poem. Its not that good, from my perspective, because i just made this up from the top of my head.

You broke my heart in two
One side knows you're gone
The other still loves you

I wrote this poem in sixth grade. I chose to post this poem because I have an upcoming recital, so I like the idea of having a music themed poem.


Dancing Hands

The pianist's fingers chase notes over the keys,
as a drummer clasps the sticks tightly to beat his drums with the
power of a lion,
Hands help fill a room with passionate music,
Flutists' fingers dance over the holes,
Hands are running this way and that,
A conductor gestures wildly for his symphony to play,
An orchestra of hands dancing in harmony,
Toiling hard to perfect the sonata,
Hands applaud,
The show is done,
Hands the soften the strength of night.

There once was a drunk
He was disturbing the peace
Then kicked in the junk

Uh..... that was random.

Edit: Here is another I just made. I think this is the first rhyming poem I wrote. It doesn't really make any sense.

On ship drifting on the ocean
Sunny skys above
Putting on some lotion
Dreaming of love

Without a care in the world
Cruising with no destination
Watching as the sails unfurled
No feelings of frustration

Gulls flying past
Waves lapping against the hull
The world is so vast
Things are never dull

Going where the wind blows
No one around to make a commotion
This is the life I chose
On a ship drifting on the ocean

I wrote this poem in 7th grade when we made A-Z books.

The crystal water washes over the sparkling sand
It glides around small rocks
And washes into shells

This is the same water that has touched a shark
Made the music for the seaweed to dance to
Held a fish and encouraged a crab
This water has seen the graceful movements of a
jellyfish slowly passing by

This water circles around my feet
It tugs at my toes inviting me to see the life of the ocean
But I stay here, content with looking from above
Only daring to swim out far enough where my toes can
barely feel the soft sand

Past my fingertips:
Just so I can't reach the sky
And fall back to Mother Earth,
To be content and lay on the sodden grass;
Gaze up at the Heavens
That failed me so-
And instead caused me to crash up
This wet mud from the night frosts,
With all my dreams above me...
Reach my fingers around a star
And try to pull it down?
My coins are all used up now though:
This posion's deep inside me now.
The flowers are a-withering but
I don't think there will be any dreams tonight.

I was locked
You found the key
I was shocked
When you found me
She opened my mind
So pure and bright
So soft and kind
Now everything will be alright
She gave the love to fill my heart
And now i never want to be apart

I sat there and looked at you
You turned you head right on cue
My body went numb
As i sat there looking dumb
You knew just what to do
And said "I love you too"

Both of them arn't very good but they are poems none the less

I like Skyler's poems, they're good.




The museum people walk through each day
Holding hands and marveling at the
same drawings, day in, day out.
Yet each person sees something different in each painting.
It's a strange concept;
A point beyond fascination
And infatuation.
So that each person can look into
their perfect painting and see in each other exactly
the picture they need to see.


Eh, has a lot of hidden meaning. All of my poems do.

Ok, one more poem that's decently acceptable.

Paper Dolls
Linked together like Paper Dolls
So easily stretched
Until we rip and tear and fall to the ground.
Strung across the walls
With fake smiles and fake hearts
It's only fake that we ever loved each other...
Holding hands with the enemy,
I walked the line of fire and endured
So take it that it never will be
Never will be, never
Torn and scattered hands forced apart and
Little paper bodies thrown across the desks
Or buried in a closet
Just like you and me

misscassidym3 wrote:

I like Skyler's poems, they're good.




The museum people walk through each day
Holding hands and marveling at the
same drawings, day in, day out.
Yet each person sees something different in each painting.
It's a strange concept;
A point beyond fascination
And infatuation.
So that each person can look into
their perfect painting and see in each other exactly
the picture they need to see.


Eh, has a lot of hidden meaning. All of my poems do.

Why thank you.

Mine are simple though. Love is easy to write about, yours on the other hand are deep. Thoughtful. True poetry comes not only from the brain but from the soul. I could never make a poem as such.

Two friends who had no mother,
Found it odd they looked like each other,
They froliced and played like birds in fotter
And went each day to one father,
One day they realized that they followed one another,
until one day their father
said they were each others brother.

Eh? soso, I used to make good poems but now i feel as if its gone. The poet inside me has turned his back to me.

I was a poet,
wouldn't ya know it.
but now they are gone,
like grass cut from the lawn.
the poems inside left me
like a leafs on a tree.
I tried to get them back
to get myself on track.
But all my attempts fail,
And I'm back on the trail
of having the poems gone from my heart.
Though the outcome is tart,
I believe that it will return home,
to my head, my heart, and written in a tome.
Now that I know it,
I am a poet.

Last part didn't make sense i know thought and created this after the other #sigh# Anyway If you have any feedback or comments please reply.

Wow I like everyone's poems! They're really nice. Uh this is one I wrote one day when I got bored, and was staring out a window at a tree. I happened to have a pen and some paper with me, so here's the result.

Leaves gently sway with
the faint autumn breeze.
Others fall down, down past
the dusty window I look through.

This room feels cold and empty,
The walls stripped bare of hope.
But why can I still feel your presence
As if you never left at all?

A leaf falls, followed by a tear.
It's hard to let go
When traces of you still linger in my memory.
It can't be that easy.

As a tree loses its leaves,
They can just as easily be regained.
But it's useless when it comes to you,
Because I know you'll never come back.

I search for your voice in the wind,
I look for your smile in the clouds.
But then I realize...
All I believe in is a dream.